Thanks for the review nighthawk. I'm glad you like the stories. I don't know how else to contact you so I'll do it here. I don't know what you've read already. I just finished someone else's story called Saving Six. There's plenty of Six whump in that. There's some Six whump in Six's Story, Trading Spaces, and in some of my seasons. But for good measure I'll throw in something here for you.

I do not own.

Six looked at his young daughter in his arms and his heart dropped. If they found her, they would most certainly kill her. He put little 3-year old Jasmine down and knelt so that he was at eye-level with her.

"Jasmine, I need you to do something very important." He said sternly to the little girl.

"Yes, daddy." Jasmine said uncertainly. Luckily, Jasmine had always been the sensible one.

"I need you to stay hidden. Whatever happens, stay there, don't move, and don't make any noise. Do you understand?" He not so much asked, but demanded.

"Yes, daddy." Jasmine replied.

"Good." Six pried open a wooden crate and gently lowered his daughter into it. Putting the lid down, he then pushed it into the shadows among the other boxes. Just as he finished the warehouse door fell down with a thud.

Jasmine peered through the cracks in the crate. She watched fearfully as strange men surrounded her father.

"So, you're the famous Agent Six." One of the men sneered.

"He doesn't look so tough to me." Another one added.

"Where's the little kid with you?" The third one chimed in.

"This is between you and me." Six said with deadly calm. "And I'm not the one who needs two other people to back me up." He addressed the last part to the second man.

The man bristled. "I don't need help taking you on." Jasmine saw a flash of steel. She sucked in a breath as the man lunged at her father.

Six's blades flew from his sleeve and forming a cross blocked the other man's sword. Six twisted around with his sword and disarmed the man. The sword flew in the air and embedded itself into the ground near Jasmine's box. Six aimed a flying kick throwing the man back. The first man pulled out a gun and fired. Six blocked the bullets with his sword. The bullets ricocheted off to the side, one striking the man's gun, knocking it from his hand. As the gunman held his hand, the third man managed to kick Six from behind. Six staggered forward but regained his footing. Turning around, he faced the third man only to be punched in the face. Six grabbed his arm and twisted it. There was a sickening popping sound before the man screamed in pain. Jasmine cringed, and then gasped as the first man tackled her father. His magna blades and shades clattered to the floor. The second man joined in the attack. He made a fist with both his hands and swung at Six hitting him under his chin. Six's head flew back. The man whose arm he had broken kicked him viciously from behind throwing him forward. The last man slugged him in the chest as Six was thrust forward. Six fell on his knees gasping for breath.

Jasmine saw one of the man retrieve the sword and raise it above her father's head.

Jasmine couldn't help it. "NO!" She screamed.

The three men were startled. One of them open fired into the crate. The bullet entered the crate but missed her head by a few inches. But Six only saw the bullet enter the crate that his daughter was in. Jasmine saw her father's eyes widened. She rarely saw her father without his shades, but when she had his eyes were full of love. Right now she saw something that sent chills down her spine. Everything seemed to move in slow motion.

Six flew up and with the palm of his hand hit the man standing in front of him in his throat while simultaneously spinning. His legs rose in midair and splayed out in a 360 degree kick. One leg knocked the sword from the man's hand, the other leg hit the man's head. With his two companions on the floor, one unconscious, the other sputtering for air, the gunman shot wildly at Six. Six flipped backwards managing to keep ahead of the bullets. Along the way he managed to pick up his fallen blades. When Six came to a stop with his swords in a defensive stance, the gun was out of ammunition. The gunman must have seen what Jasmine saw, because he stepped backwards. He threw the empty gun at Six. Six swatted the gun away. The man ran but Six was quicker. He leapt into the air, flipped before landing in front of the man. The man backed away from Six.

Jasmine spun away from the cracks. She closed her eyes. Jasmine heard the man screaming and what sounded like the sword ripping through… She shuddered. She didn't want to know what was happening. She couldn't help it again. She started whimpering. The sounds of fighting stopped. The lid of the box opened. Jasmine scampered to the edge of the box. She huddled frightened in the corner. Her head was buried in her knees.

"Jasmine?" She looked up. Her father was looking down on her. His eyes were normal.

"Daddy?" She sniffled.

"Jasmine." His arms reached for her. She shrunk back. Six stopped. Jasmine saw her father's eyes change again. This time it was filled with sadness.

0o0

"Is she asleep?" Six asked Rebecca.

"Yes." Rebecca said quietly closing the bedroom door.

"Is she…" Six didn't finish.

"I told her it was just a dream. But I don't think she believed me." She looked at him wryly. Six looked terrible. There were bruises on his face. A cut above his eye had to be sutured. His lips were split.

"Don't lie to her." Six said.

"What am I suppose to say?" Rebecca asked curtly. "That her father was a killer and almost killed those men when he thought they killed his daughter?"

Six said nothing but she could see the muscles in his face tightened.

"I'm sorry." Rebecca said after a minute of uncomfortable silence. "I know it's not your fault…"

"No, it is my fault. And maybe I shouldn't be…"

"Don't start that again." Rebecca snapped. "We are a family and we will face whatever happens together."

"That's easy to say until something like today happens." Six replied. "I can't have anything happening to you or the kids."

"But things will happen. And we can't stop that. We can just make sure they know we love them." Rebecca said.

"I'm pretty sure I failed in that too." Six said dryly.

"Jasmine knows you love her." Rebecca protested.

"She is scared of me." Six interrupted.

"She will be okay. Just give her time. She's young it may just fade in her memory." Rebecca consoled him.

"No. She may not remember what exactly happened but those feelings will stay with her for the rest of her life." Six said.

"And we will be there to reassure her that those feelings are not reality." Rebecca said firmly. She placed her arm around Six's shoulder. After a second he wrapped his arm around her and they walked to their room.

Inside Jasmine was listening to her parent's conversation. She knew her father loved her but she could not forget the look in his eyes. She was too young to really know what she saw. But she knew what she saw scared her. They were not the eyes of her father but of a cold blooded killer.

So someone asked what could have happened that made Jasmine so scared of her father… or something like that. So I combined that question with request for Six whump. I hope this satisfies and I'm sorry if this ended on a bit of a depressing note.